The Nose (n.) is all back. The nose always looks as if it is staring into the face. It turns around by itself only when one laughs.
The Nose (n.) is the landing field of all grimaces.
The Nose (n.) is the mouth’s sewage-pipe. What happens whenever we belch, cough, yawn, snort, or sneeze is that our nose is unable to contain some physical urge or psychic pressure. Noses do everything mouths can do except eat. The nose is a second mouth we don’t know how to use as such.
The Nose (n.) is the suspension point of the features. The expression is held for a brief moment on the point of the nose like a dancer on her toes.
The Nose (n.) is wont to nurse at doubtful odors with its nostrils palpitating like lips listening carefully as they drink.
The Nose (n.) wiggles the hips of its nostrils to inhale and almost leaps out of its torso to exhale.